My idea was to slip the shaft of the bolt into the recess. That way the shaft could be pulled from the wound, leaving behind the steel point.The bolt ...could be rebuilt by simply slipping another point over the end of the shaft. It would be so easy to make points that we could afford to leave the point buried in the flesh. If we had time and inclination, we could cut the point free, but that would not be necessary. We could make up thousands of points before we left Gainesville and simply take. If she was rubbing the clit I would be sucking it. I had to get closer so I could see where she was rubbing that got her the wettest. Every time I looked up she was staring at my cock.When I stroked it fast she would bite her lips ,imagining that I was fucking her. I finally had to say something “Mary, I think watching you will really help me please you”, I moved closer and kept stroking my cock. She looked up looking at me with a smile then went back looking at what I was doing.”I never knew. "Oh, sorry, this is Daniel. These are Tracy, Allison and Marie," I pointed to each of them in turn and they giggled. I rolled my eyes and sighed."Hi. This is Casey," he gestured to a shorter kid with Indian heritage, "and this is Michael." Michael was very muscular and only a little bit shorter than DJ, his short hair sandy blonde with matching stubble on his chin; obviously a little older than DJ, maybe mid-twenties. "They're up here for the weekend. Casey's from the Crow Rez and Michael's. She looks down at you with a smile then addresses the man behind you. ‘You have a wonderful gift and talent,’ she says then looks straight at you. ‘Watching you for the last few moments has made me wetter than I have been for a long long time. It is lovely to watch someone as excited as you and I hope you will enjoy your climax as much as I think you will.’ You are gobsmacked as she looks at you and smiles. ‘I may be old but I still remember what it feels like to be attended to in such a.